Page 76 of The Menagerie

“Fuckin’madeto take my cock.”

“Don’t…unhh… fla-flatter yourself,” Mal breathes, fumbled words surely belying his true thoughts on the matter.

Rowan snaps his hips, driving into him hard.

“Not flattery if it’s true.”

He picks up his pace, settling into that hard-fast-good rhythm that they both crave. The sight of Mal face down on the bed, wrists cuffed behind him and unable to do anything buttakewhatever Rowan’s giving him spurs him on, and before he knows it, that heat is building inside him far too soon.

He slows again, forcing himself to focus on the tinyunh,unh,unhfrom Mal each time Rowan’s hips connect with his ass. But he wants to hear. Wants that push and pull that makes their fucking feel more like fighting in the best way.

Rowan tugs at the connector between the cuffs, the metal cool in his hand, andpulls, Mal’s arms straightening out and the dip in his spine forming a beautiful valley down his back.

One day Rowan’s gonna lick and suck every inch of that spine.

“Finally…,” Mal breathes, though it’s barely more than a whisper.

Rowan’s distracted with the tight heat around his cock and the vine tattoos curling around Mal’s hips and ending before the dimples of his lower back, but he registers it a beat later.

“Fuck you say?”

He tightens his grip on Mal’s hip, whiting out the black ink with the force of his fingertips.

“Told ya I wanted it rough.”

“Yeah,” Rowan agrees, gripping Mal’s elbows and pulling his arms back until his shoulder blades nearly touch, driving into him hard.

“Mmm!”

“You did say that.” He tugs him up, chest completely lifted off the bed, held up only by Rowan’s grip on him.

For a blissful minute, he fucks into him, an obscene, slickslapfilling the room with each thrust, punctuated by Mal’s satisfied groans.

As fantastic as it feels, he doesn’t want to give in to Mal’s demands so easily.

“Know what I want though, Mal?”

He releases Mal’s arms, shoving him off his dick and back down onto the bed, his surprised yelp intoxicating as he twists and lands on his side.

Rowan flips him fully onto his back, and with a sharp pull, yanks at Mal’s thighs until his ass is on the edge of the bed, sweat-slick back sliding across the leather pad and making a gratingsqueaknoise.

“Not to fuck me, apparently,” Mal quips, though it’s obvious he’s winded from the maneuvers.

Rowan slaps the outside of Mal’s thigh.

“Fuck!”

“Gonna slap that fuckin’ attitude right outta your mouth one’a these days.”

And oh,there’sa thought. Seeing Mal’s face with cheeks as red as his asscheeks have gotten the few times he’s spanked him.

But would Mal—

“Do it.”

Fuck. He wants to.

But…

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